All he wanted was to see the animals, the sea animals. It was late last year, my father, who was 98, was now bound to a wheelchair and couldn't move on his own. He was told only 6 months, all he wanted to do was see the sea one last time. As an old fisherman, he saved many animal lives, after fishing for 50 years he decided to go against the odds and become a marine saver. But once he was crippled he couldn't go see the fish anymore. I planned for him to see those fish, the fish he set free, but when we went we weren't aloud to look into the sea or ben go close. Later I found leaked photos, photos of divers of sting rays covered in trash. But the saddest was a seahorse, my fathers favorite marine animal. Carrying a cotton swab, at first it seemed fake until of course it was comfired to be true. Early this year, there was a report of at least 50 deaths of marine life by trash. And my dad went with that train of death, hopefully he can see the seahorses wherever he went next.
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A story based off a sad realty
ContoThis might have sensitive context for certain readers, involves sickness, death and sorrow. I want to admit that this is fiction and not true.
